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like a hammer, thumping on my heart. 看得到秘史和金翅雀里的破碎，现实与想象交错产生的拖曳幻影，但这里的绝望悲伤和气愤是我预料之外的。 Donna Tartt got me to say 'i hate her!' spitefully like a child when I'm now 20,reaching 21. the despair here is so pure, might cos it happened in childhood,cruelly forcing a kid to face the ugly reality and to grow up, to realize that life is no detective game, it's not some exciting marvel hero films, and in the end u probably won't get the truth. the euthanasia of the cat, the wing-torn-off bird.they haunt me like remaining ghosts, with hazy texture and weirdly illusory giddiness, pulling me back to when i was a scared child, intestine churned up. though i don't really like Harriet,i do feel for her; instead of Hely, whom i dislike so strongly and find incredulously stupid and self-centered. i dare to say my favourite character is Allison, something poetic about her really touched me. when she flung herself to Odean, i hallucinated a little white bird dashing to an upcoming train, so sadly beautiful and fragile. Tartt always brings out a vital scene without the Hollywood quality, powerful in a rather silent way.the little details she uses to fill the big picture just struck me, like the black bird costume in the corner, the smoke rising from Trans Am in the rain, the dead floating animal.